After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Cissi?" Lucius had never seen his Cissi so angry. She had always lived up to her name, like a quietly blooming narcissus, accompanying and supporting the family, and giving comfort and tolerance to him who was suddenly devastated by his father's death and was in a daze at the time.

He straightened his body and stared at Sirius closely, afraid that he would suddenly attack and hurt someone. Because of years of tacit understanding, he knew that what Cissy would say next would definitely be unpleasant.

Sissy, who had completely forgotten about him, was now as strong as him. Or rather, Sissy's talent was much better than his, not inferior to anyone present, and even vaguely comparable to Dumbledore.

Narcissa glanced at Lucius with tenderness, then turned back to look at Sirius, the cousin he once loved so much.

"You are so arrogant and conceited that you clearly look down on Peter Pettigrew, yet you let him be your secret keeper. You cannot see the love and protection your family has for you, but you trust a cowardly 'friend' who betrayed you, and you think your friendship is indestructible. If it weren't for you, James Potter and Lily Potter wouldn't have died. This is all your fault!"

Narcissa looked at Sirius, who was about to retort angrily, "Why? You say it's all your fault, but you can't even stand a single accusation? That's right, how could a proud Sirius think he was wrong?

You hypocritically say you were wrong, but you're really trying to get everyone to reassure you. No, it's not your fault, it's the traitor who was too cunning, and you're the hero. Just like you insisted on getting into Gryffindor, insisted on breaking with your family, everyone should praise you, praise you for not fearing power, praise you for bravely pursuing justice.

After all, the Blacks are evil, terrifying Death Eaters. It must be nice to be praised on the head of your family and clan."

"Isn't it? The Black family is just a bunch of crazy Death Eaters!" Sirius didn't think he was wrong at all. He was right. He broke away from the family that suffocated him. The time he spent with his friends was his happiest time.

Narcissa sneered, "Sirius, you haven't made any progress in all these years! Azkaban not only failed to clear your mind, but made you even crazier. So what if you were admitted to Gryffindor? You're a foolish lion, more vicious than a venomous snake! Have you forgotten how you treated Sev?"

Maybe you think this is a just act, after all, Slytherins are all Death Eater reserves, but what about Lupin? When you lured Sevilla to the Shrieking Shack and wanted Lupin to kill Sevilla, you didn't consider your so-called friends at all, did you?

She looked at Sirius sarcastically, and both Harry and Draco could not help but stare at him in amazement. Although it was different from usual, Aunt Cissy/Mom was so stunning!

"This is because... because..." Sirius couldn't refute it. He still didn't think he had done anything wrong. Isn't it a universally acknowledged fact that Slytherin only produces bad people? But he really couldn't explain himself in the matter of Lupin.

Dumbledore sensed something was amiss; the fire was about to burn him. After all, he was well aware of his students' prejudices, but because of his inner aversion to ambition, he chose to turn a blind eye. "Mrs. Malfoy..." he tried to lighten the mood, but was immediately interrupted by Narcissa.

"I think this is a family affair between the Blacks. Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be so rude as to interrupt a sister's education of her brother, right?" Narcissa said sarcastically. Although they had cooperated with Dumbledore, the couple were wary of and indifferent to Dumbledore.

As a former Slytherin student, she no longer had any expectations of the respected headmaster. Slytherin was just a place where a group of wary children gathered together for warmth.

Dumbledore sat down awkwardly, sighing inwardly for the umpteenth time. He shouldn't have let it go. It was his fault...

Narcissa turned to look at Sirius again. "Perhaps you still don't think you were wrong. Then ask me, what have you reflected on in Azkaban?"

When you were hunting down Peter Pettigrew, did you ever think of your poor one-year-old godson who was left on the side of the road? When you were lost in thought, did you ever think of your godson, who was starving and sleeping in a closet worse than Azkaban? When you were lamenting James Potter's death, did you ever think of his son, Harry Potter, who lived a life worse than even that of a house-elf?

Narcissa stared at Sirius closely. As Harry's enlightenment teacher, she and Lily gradually became good friends. She promised Lily that she would teach this arrogant and unrepentant guy a lesson!

"Oh, of course you didn't. You were regretting Potter's death, even to the point of regretting that you didn't defend yourself and ended up in Azkaban. After all, Potter was the most important thing in your heart, right? Everything else, including your family and your godson, wasn't important, was it?"

Narcissa had calmed her sudden surge of emotion. She complained, but why? Is family so insignificant in your eyes? I know it's not perfect, even filled with old-fashioned dogmas and paranoid sentiments, but it's also the home we grew up in.

Are the relationships between siblings, brothers, parents, fathers and sons, and mothers and sons so unbearable? Do they make you desperately want to escape? Narcissa thought, looking at this strange yet familiar cousin.

She had her share of pain, but she had also let it go. She already had a home, which might not be perfect, but it was still her warm haven.

A handsome and devoted husband, a lovely and sensible son, a close friend with a tough exterior but a soft heart, and a loving and well-behaved little 'son'. Perhaps the Black family did have some issues, but Narcissa's obsession was her family, and the way things were was fine.

"No, no," Sirius was completely speechless. This was indeed different from what he thought. Narcissa's series of sarcastic questions left him speechless.

He didn't dare to look at Narcissa and could only say to Harry, "Harry, I'm sorry, I really didn't think so much at the time, I really didn't mean it..." he said incoherently.

"I really want a family." Harry suddenly spoke calmly. He grew up rapidly in this moment and became unbelievably mature.

Draco leaned forward worriedly and wanted to hold Harry's hand to comfort him (Snape was caught in the middle: Then I'll leave?). Harry smiled at him soothingly, turned his head and looked straight at Sirius, then stood up and repeated.

"I really want a family." Before Sirius could feel happy, his next words made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"When I accidentally floated the cup and was picked up by Uncle Vernon by the ear; when I ruined the bacon and was hit by Aunt Petunia with a hot spatula; when I envied other children being picked up by their parents in the park; when I stood up to those bad kids who insulted my parents and was pressed into the toilet and almost suffocated; when Dudley punched and kicked me and used me as a punching bag."

Drop after drop of tears could not be stopped from falling. "I really hope that I still have relatives. They will appear when I am most helpless, like a hero, and tell me not to be afraid because they are here."

He choked up and said that those experiences were like nightmares. He had never received a good look from his uncle and aunt since he could remember. When he curled up in the small closet, he fantasized that his parents would suddenly appear and take him away from this place.

It didn't matter if they were late, he would act like a spoiled brat with them, pretend to be angry, and ask them to take him to the amusement park for a day before he would forgive them. It didn't matter if they didn't go to the amusement park, as long as they showed up, as long as they showed up.

"But why now?" Harry murmured, "After I have already got the hero and family I wanted, tell me that I don't have to suffer these grievances. I have people supporting me. I am not an unpopular debt collector."

He covered his face. Why? Why did fate always play tricks on him? He didn't want Sirius to appear at all. He had his godfather, who would anxiously prepare medicine for him when he was sick, and who would call him "little troll" with a sharp tongue yet tenderness. He had Aunt Cissy, who cared for him meticulously and taught him knowledge. He had Uncle Luke, who was serious but always smiling, who called him "little Harry" and would toss him and Draco high into the air to play. And there was the little dragon who was always there for him, warming him and sometimes arrogant but adorable...

Harry's emotions were so turbulent that he passed out. All he could hear was the anxious cries of Aunt Cissy and Uncle Luke. He fell into an embrace filled with the scent of medicine. In his last moments, he seemed to hear Xiaolong angrily yelling for Sirius to get out...

Ah, I made everyone worry again. I clearly... planned not to talk about the past again... I'm sorry...